For Ivan and Graham
Your death announced last month; the solemn word
was passed along a shrinking line of kin and friends
as though we'd touched your body one last time. Absurd
to think the world no longer casts your spark
that voice, those songs, as undeterred
you crazy-paved a path through life. One maverick
but then another joined this May. I heard
he died deflated, breathless, but flamboyant to the end.
Of our cabal, I'm all that's left- the third?
For Grace’s MTB prompt we are writing poetry with the Magic 9 rhyme scheme a,b,a,c,a,d,a,b,a
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